Maxwell

Maxwell? The clan members would say, shaking their heads and laughing.
He's over there, cataloguing his "collection".
The large, intimidating imperial was certainly a sight to behold.
He was one of the largest in the clan, and most had expected him to become one of the warriors tasked with defending the clan.
But a scavenger?
Most had laughed at the very idea of it.
But it was true.
Maxwell loved exploring, and being one of the scavengers allowed him to roam the stormy plains of the Carrion Canyon.
Who cared where he went, as long as he brought back his fair share of materials anyways?
He almost never went the same way twice on his trips, and was always eager to explore new places.
Maxwell knew that some of the clan ridiculed him, but he didn't mind that so much.
He had seen more than most warriors in the clan would have seen in a lifetime, anyways.
And he remembered it all.
Gifted with an uncanny knack for remembering things, he could usually trace his own steps back.
But Maxwell always brought his journal.
Just in case.
He was the clan's most useful scavenger, though he was of lower rank most of the time spent in the clan.
Rank didn't matter to him either.
Maxwell had always hungered for adventure, and what better way to do it than by exploring the thundery wastes?
(by shanncrafter)


(by TCA)